I drink my gin and tonic
And feeling quite platonic
Then really I don't know why
End with whiskey made from rye
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Author:
hzugman (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Is that what they call mixed drinks?
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Comments1
like your witty creativity
and yes, we do like to covet
our tools for ruin, while
sipping on that which suits us
just fine...
lol
thanks for sharing
Thanx, LBM. I'm a usta wanna be stand up comedian who instead settled for being an amateur singer as my avocation for the past three decades. I always appreciate your comments.
we're all wannabe's, till an indifferent world
deigns
to recognise our efforts, yielding us seconds
of blink n mis, popularity
yet, the journey itself devoid of outcome and results
we get to keep with us
long
after the world is done with us
enjoy the ride, dear Poet
I hope you find the acclaim your sincerity deserves
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